I love every bit of dressing Jett up in sweet little outfits. I love the tall socks up to his knees and the white walkers with hard soles. I love how Jett's how curls up as soon as he is out of the tub and then turns into sweet little soft curls as it dries.
I love that his only worry on a Sunday after getting dressed is getting right back to his train table.
His innocent little looks and those sweet cheeks make me melt. I love that chubby little arm and the wrist that still has little baby fat rings around them.
I love that Jett wants to hold our hands and walk across the street to church and after some separation anxiety he settles in to his sweet class.